Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

what is the fucking use
let it go
I says to my selfs
and try to find some compassion for you in my hearts

and she can take care of herself

but you know that smile of yours won't hide your lying words.
your bitter intents

Smile Boy, for you've got quite a lot
quite a lot of bedding and decor
to frolic with. Little Oysters,
Little Oysters, won't you show yourselves?
See the boy is smiling at how brilliantly
you stand up on your own, like a Queen,
like a fashioned little box of pearls
parading about his dreams. Go to him,
bow down politely and kiss his little head.

Compassion
Willy Loman needs all he can find.
I was going to delete my angry words to him above
but you reply so poetic I got to leave it be now.

i have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe, and i was not offended...

Love this funky music
Funkadelic
Maggot Brain
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maggot_Brain

Dang, I was going to respond to what you'd deleted Now I'll not make much sense. Though, still I'll say it regardless.
Once I was in an embrace with a very eccentric guy, one whom I really had interest in for he was extremely mysterious. At the time my paranoia was sky rocketed, and I'd taken to sleeping with a sharp knife under my pillow.
He was kissing my neck, nipped at it a few times and then began growling at my jugular vein. My imagination is so gigantic, that I'd began envisioning him as a vampire there about to give the death bite. I'd reached my hand under the pillow a few times. I was so tempted. I struggled with the reality of the moment and my excessive imaginings. Logic saved his ass I s'pose. Muahmuahmuah!
I, the beast?

I used to be a head hunter
I kid you not
Be back later with the grisly details.

And it's gone.

It goes and I paint my masterpiece...she wore scarlet begonias in her long, long hair. What would Tennessee Jed do?

I hate this thread
I keep posting to it and deleting my posts
the only redeeming thing here is your replies
sorry

It's o.k. Jack. At least I think I read them first. I'm depressed today and so it's cheering me up to see what of your words I can catch before they magically disappear before my eyes.
I guess it's scarlet begonias tucked into her curls. Which one has the line in her long, long hair?

Strangers stop being strangers, was that it Jack?

Yes I was glib
a real natural salesman just like smileboy

My headhunting days back in Baltimore, worked for a consulting company. We would proselytize engineers and chemists from one company to another. Union Carbide for example would give us a list of names of engineers they wanted to hire away from Dupont for example. And we would go after them try convince them to change jobs. Carbide could not approach them directly because they had a gentlemen's agreement with Dupont not to proselytize each others employees. So they called in the headhunters.



Yes I was glib, I could sell eskimos to ice cubes, talk people out of one job and convince them to move thousands of miles away to another.

Salesman are special with their own brand of misery. Just like cowboys I suppose.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBsWwfClyGQ

thanks dame
I missed your reply
while I was posting about headhunters.
I used to have hair down to my ass
silent woman liked it that way
I cut it off after the vasectomy

"My dearest friends are total strangers
they wish me freedom and self destruction" west texas hemmingway

I always liked that line from StreetCars named desire.

Call me Ishmael
or Meursault.

Did I tell you a girl punched me in the eye once? No, I might not of said it yet. But she had and I can't remember the pain of it. Might be the difference in Adam and Eve. She only remembers the birth.

I believe in karma. Do you, too?
I've a lot of aggression also. It could be of use at some important moment in time. I don't think you have pstd or rather whatever it was, but since I don't knows what it is I'll not be much help helping you decide if you do or not. You're o.k. by me. That might not be a relief.

Do you believe in parading about in other people's dreams Jack?
I wish I'd have control of something like that, I'd make use of it and go streaking through a lot of dreams or slaying vampires or hunting cats, I could even tell the dreamer to write something specific down, like
"You gotta go bottle up on the Spring thunder train heading West! Go freely. Buy me a feather and I'll fly it too."
Then they could wake thinking they'd had some extraordinary visitor. But, we'd know it was only me there walking between their sheets.

I believe in karma. Do you, too?

It works for me
I always get what I got coming
except for times when I have been spared by Grace. Happy accidents of fate. Miracles even. Do you believe in miracles?

But I have no idea why a child should starve to death in san antonio texas on christmass day while his family was having a family dinner feast in the other room.
That happened, it really did.
What was his karma? I wonder?

No I got a problem with the karma thing for children, sounds too much like original sin to me.

Oh Jack, you're gonna make me cry.

On Christmas Day 2003, the body of four-year-old Jovonie Ochoa was taken to a San Antonio hospital. The boy was dead. He weighed 16 pounds and was covered in bruises.

About two months before the boy died, Jovonie's mother left him with his grandparents, who then duct-taped and tied the boy to his bed, beat him and left him to starve. Jovonie died covered in bed sores, his brain bleeding from the beatings.

No I don't understand Karma.